In the morning the fresh coat filled in the spaces between spray from yesterday’s tracks that created mini moraines of frozen cookie crumbs that weren’t so hard they deflected your tips, but they did add a crunchiness to each turn. They were substantial enough to require commitment to your edges or you would need good recovery instincts to avoid the lurking snow snakes hoping to trip you up.
On the first run after lunch James asked if I thought we should head down to the car or take one more run. We were both feeling the lag that comes after eating just a bit too much lunch, but my legs prompted me to say, “we should do that at least one more time.” After that I said it again. And yet again before we decided to head for the bottom for much needed water.
By the time we reached the car the clouds unleashed a burst of graupel, which turned to flatter, fatter flakes so we decided to check out the band since skiing in a white out sounded less fun that soaking up the bluegrass vibe of the Corn Harvest Band, featuring Mark Morris, the Jon Stickley Trio, Andy Thorn of Leftover Salmon and members of the Rapidgrass Quintet.
For those who thought it was spring – it is. Spring skiing has always been the best part of the ski season. Even though conditions weren’t classic spring corn, it was classic spring mountain conditions which is often of mix of powder and some form of creamy smooth snow. It might just be another day at a resort, except proceeds from registered skiers went to support the Colorado Avalanche Information Center. Since there was an unusually high percentage of skiers in the lunch line wearing duckbilled or walkable AT boots, it’s a good bet the fun helped fund the CAIC.
Summit Daily story on Loveland’s Corn Harvest